Chapter 55: The alternative start can also be called hell, isn’t it? (Ch 830192489)

“Barbatos planted the curse.”
Although the Joker is gone, the intuitive knowledge he brought has not faded.
Lucian felt something strange in his body. This curse made him more conspicuous in the dark multiverse when he used the Dionysus factor, Batgold and Speed ​​Force.
“…I have an idea.” As the speed force was used, the arc gradually subsided:
“Throw me into Gotham in any universe, and preferably let me go to the most crowded place in Gotham when I have the last bit of speed force left.”
Completely consuming the Speed ​​Force will make the illusion of the Flash, who exists through the Speed ​​Force, disappear, so a trace of it must be retained.
Gotham is the place where the Dionysus factor and Batgold exist the most, and the dark matter it carries can also play a concealing role.
As long as Lucian does not use too much Dionysus factor and bat gold, the curse will not be triggered, and he can naturally integrate into the indigenous people.
This is the best way to get rid of Barbatos.
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But Lucien didn’t expect there would be another surprise.
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He has lost his memory.
Three months later, his memory returned.
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The material is not even as good as acrylic jackets, and the greasy feeling on the body is hard to tell whether it is oil or mucus.
He held up a gun with the chamber warm.
Lucian blinked and focused his vision. He saw a man and a woman lying on the ground, the terrified and angry boy, and the pearl necklace rolling down.
“Oh…” Lucien slowly retracted the gun, and then he realized that he was holding a wallet in his other hand that looked very valuable.
He pondered for a moment, looking at the boy’s delicate and familiar features, and then saw the equally familiar Wayne logo on the wallet.
“Um……”
Such a classic scene.
Lucien became Jochel, who killed the Waynes in the original plot.
He had no idea what he had done during the three months when he lost his memory, just like the amnesiac boss who, after recovering his memory, could not remember Bai Yueguang’s meticulous care for him and could mistake her for someone else.
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Lucien stuffed his pistol and wallet into his pockets and squinted at Bruce Wayne in front of him. The situation seemed tricky no matter how he looked at him.
Kill him. A dark multiverse without Batman can be easily destroyed by Barbatos.
If he doesn’t kill him, the Batman in the dark multiverse will probably take revenge on him for the rest of his life.
Lucian squatted down, put his hands on the shoulders of the young Batman, and said in a cold tone:
“Beware the Court of Owls, always watching you when you go out.”
In some comics or fan works, the mastermind behind the murder of the Waynes was the Court of Owls. Lucian didn’t hesitate for a second and put the blame on them:
“I watch Gotham from the shadows, hiding in the low walls and attics. He is with you in your homes and in your beds. Never mention his name, or his claws will find your head.”
Lucien looked at the tear marks on Bruce’s face and reached out to wipe them away. The oil on his hands made his face even dirtier.
Then he took out a pistol from his pocket and put it into Bruce’s hand.
“I look forward to the day when you come and kill me.”
It would take at least ten or twenty years, by which time he would have already acquired the speed force and run away.
Lucien stood up and walked around Bruce, his feet touching the wet pavement.
Then he heard a gunshot and looked down in surprise to see a hole where his heart was.
The Dionysian factor was taking effect, and granulation tissue was drilling out of the muscles, gradually wrapping and healing, squeezing out the bullet and making it hit the ground with a sound like a pearl.
Lucien turned around and looked at Bruce, who was holding a gun with smoke coming out of the muzzle.
The Dark Multiverse where Batman kills Joe Chell… The Cruel Knight?
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The stability of the universe depends on the moral choices of the main characters. When the characters choose to fall, the universe will become fragile and doomed to destruction.
In the -22 universe, even though Mad Laughter already exists, it is because of his existence that the former Batman is still able to maintain his bottom line… This is also the most important reason why -22 has the power to stop time.
In the now unofficial Batman-Kills-Joe-Chel Universe, if Lucien wants to stop or reverse Batman’s moral choices, he only needs to…
Lucian bent down to pick up the bullet shell on the ground, turned back and shook it at Bruce: “I am not a living person…bullets can’t kill me.”
All he needs to prove is that he is not human – Batman just doesn’t kill people, he kills non-humans.
The Gotham Theater was shining brightly at night, with a slogan surrounded by small light bulbs on the sign:
“Today’s release – Pink Zorro”
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Lucian walked in an alley in a place he didn’t know where he was. He twisted the oily substance on his hand between his thumb and index finger, then lowered his head to sniff it.
The stench made him look away.
“Did I originally live in a sewer?”
He couldn’t stand it anymore.
Lucien turned and entered the small inn next door.
A skinny woman, about forty or fifty years old, was sitting behind the counter made of a simple table, with a cigarette in her mouth.
He sensed someone walking in, but didn’t even look up: “Ten dollars a night.”
It’s cheap, but there’s definitely only one bed to rest on.
“Hot water.”
“fifteen.”
“A change of clothing including underwear.”
The woman then looked up at Lucien and saw how embarrassed he was. “Thirty-five.”
“Single room.”
“Forty-five.”
Lucien felt around in his wallet, wondering what else he needed, and his fingers touched the cold bullet, so he said, “The pistol, including the bullet.”
“Sincerely, one hundred dollars.” The woman took out a revolver and three boxes of bullets from the counter behind her and pushed them all towards Lucien. She didn’t seem to be worried that he would snatch them away without paying.
Lucien pulled one out of his wallet and handed it to her.
“Brand new bills…” The woman flicked them, looking at the face value that was totally inconsistent with Lucian’s appearance. Without saying anything, she handed him a key: “Turn left to the third room, there’s a shower head inside.”
Then he turned around, opened the small door at the back, took out his coat, pants, clothes, shoes and socks, put them on the counter and asked Lucien:
“What size?”
Lucian shrugged, indicating that he didn’t know either.
The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and said, “Ha!” “Competitive boy, okay… then, are you extremely large, super large, or super large?”
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Lucien opened the door with the key, and the old door hinges made a creaking sound. He turned on the side light, then turned around and closed the door.
When I lowered my head to lock the door, I saw a brand new anti-theft chain that was completely inconsistent with the old one.
Lucien didn’t rush to change clothes and take a shower. Instead, he went to the window and closed the curtains, then turned off the lights. He didn’t see any video recorder or surveillance camera flashing red light.
He turned on the light again, walked to the only mirror and pointed his finger at it to confirm that it was just an ordinary one-way mirror. He then removed the rain probe and saw that there was indeed no video recorder inside.
Only then did I feel at ease to take off my clothes.